Luyện nghe bài hát Simoom

Drifting in, on dry winds
across the Nile, the sirens in exile
to tell...

Floating on a cloud, your face out of the
A sun, purging everyone
Beautiful word, musical and
Now all you can do is play the beat

How and shrill the word has become
Twisted and bent -- a hornet's nest stirred up by the beating

Simoom, simoom... speed
Sucking in dry
Simoom, simoom... you in suffocation
Relentless simoom, blow and this tune
Pouring in, filling where was space
Where was light
Where was a face
to tell.